[John was wandering aimlessly through the streets of Saffron and enjoying a delicious strawberry-banana smoothie when suddenly he felt a strange, buggy something crawling up his leg. Of all the days to wear shorts instead of pants...]
[John glances down, unable to keep a shudder running through his body because all those little legs on his skin, DO NOT WANT.]
Eugh! [He shakes his leg a little, trying to deter the little grub from crawling any higher.] Shoo, shoo, get off!
A; BECAUSE GRUBKAT
[John glances down, unable to keep a shudder running through his body because all those little legs on his skin, DO NOT WANT.]
Eugh! [He shakes his leg a little, trying to deter the little grub from crawling any higher.] Shoo, shoo, get off!